Healing Touch (11/22)
An alumnus of both Ficlets.com and Ficly.com. Who, for some weird reason, is starting his time here with an abundance of cannibalism-themes stories. O.o
It takes a moment to realize what is happening, and then I just let myself sink into it. I close my eyes, and let everything else fall away. I let my other senses take the driver's seat. The warm, smooth skin of her hands on my face. The taste of cherry lip balm. The smell of vanilla in her hair. And, most of all, the pounding of my heart in my chest.
She draws back. I open my eyes, and find myself staring into hers. "Better?"
I nod, unable to catch my breath. She smiles. "My first. That good?" More nodding, then more laughter. "You look like a bobblehead."
When I can speak again, I ask, "How did you know that's what I needed?"
She gives me a 'Well, duh!' look. "What was I in the game?"
"A companion for my character." She waves her hand in a 'Keep going' motion. "A healer."
"That's how I knew." She presses her hand to my cheek again. "And that's why I'm here. To help heal you."
That brings up another lingering question. "But how are you here."
"Would you believe me if I told you I have no clue?"
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There. Story tenses all lined up. Now, if I can just keep that straight going forward. :-)
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